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young thug - uno dos tres كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
timb, what up slimeball
i got you, you got me?
let’s get it, hey

[chorus]
uno, dos, tres (sheesh)
quatro, cinco, seis (sheesh)
baby give me head, baby suck my d-ck (sheesh)
bleeding like a b-tch on her period (d-mn)
i’ma keep my pistol (what)
you can have my lead (swear)
sex is my gang, keep a secret (shhh)
i won’t fuck your mommy (i won’t)
best friend instead (hee)
i’m so off the leash (ya)
i’m so on this beat (ya)
it’s so understood (ya)
tell me who the freaks (tell)

[verse 1]
hundred bands baby, point his -ss out (point ’em out)
i’m bout to pull up to the house (skrrt)
i’m bout to start cracking down on these niggas
i’m bout to air that shit out (brrrr)
i’m watching scandalous now (watchin’)
ac’ just came off a greyhound (pour up)
i didn’t laugh in cl-ss, i’m no clown (ha)
my gun is no boxer, wet rounds (haaa)
i tie dye your shirt, that ain’t bleach (what)
them hundreds sweep her off her feet (swoop)
i’m back to thirties, still on fleek
let her pussy vibrate on my seat (d-mn)
i’m sorry i grew up, i don’t play with your boy (nah)
so don’t play with me b (b-tch)
lil baby i’m balling like mr. mccoy, i don’t need bet (woo)
i done ran it up plenty, diamonds dancin’
(i’m from another planet) you can’t even imagine
you only see a nigga, wish you could be it
i skeet and fuck on her titties if they dig
ten thousand, twenty thousand
fifty thousand, hundred thousand million dollars
pop the collar, b-tch i’m ballin’
hundred thousand for my coffin when you call me (woo)

[verse 2]
i feel impeccable (i feel impeccable)
i am not next to you (no i’m not next to you)
pop him a hundred times (brrr!)
now he’s a vegetable (now he’s a vegetable)
this is my avenue (this is my road)
come here you b-st-rd, you (come here, come here)
i’m high as a [?] (geeked out my mind)
b-tch leave haiti ‘fore they capture you (woo!)
no sex but i’m clappin’ you (haa!)
t-rex, not no malibu (skrr!)
give the kids like a rack or two (what!)
get me out, i’ma blast it too (yeah)
machine guns, but no kelly (brra-brra!)
in all white with no wedding (wha!)
free the wop, but not fetty (free wop!)
and he got spots like a leopard (woo!)
motherfuck what you say you gon’ do to us (what)
she don’t know religion but she tru to us (hee)
we done eight the mouth but ain’t got no dew with us (hee)
b-tch you know the bouncers, this ain’t new to us (woo!)
no back and forth this ain’t no ping pong (nah)
your b-tch got young thug for her ringtone (brrr)
i’m serving them bells, ding dong (ding dong)
my b-tch out the scale, cheech chong (hee!)

- young thug

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